<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 952 Blind Or Intellectually Disabled</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Nathaniel, I’m absolutely certain it’s due to that piece of ss. Now we need to schedule the surgery, bur this operation could carry significant risks,” said Zachary, sitting down.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel asked, “What risks?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“The location of that ss fragment is particrly precarious, surrounded by numerous brain nerves,” Zachary said, concern etched on his face. “If the surgery isn’t executed wlessly, you could end up with cognitive impairment.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">This was precisely why he had hesitated to remove the foreign object despite having seen it clearly before stitching up Nathaniel’s wound. Brain surgery requires immense precision; even the smallest error could. result in a lifetime of suffering for the patient.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel fell into a lengthy silence. “How confident are you?”</font></font>This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Less than half. Zachary sighed.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">It wasn’t that he doubted his skills; he was sure that none of the surgeons in the country could be as confident as him.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel did not make a decision immediately.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">People suffering from cognitive impairment, in simpler terms, could be referred to as fools. Though Nathaniel was blind, his mind remained sharp. He could still earn a living, providing for Cecilia and their children, ensuring they nevercked for anything. But if he were to lose that rity, the consequences would be unimaginable.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I need more time to think,” replied Nathaniel.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“You need to act fast,” Zachary added. “The longer the fragments remain in the brain, the lower the chances of a sessful surgery.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Understood.” Nathaniel paused for a moment before he added, “Remember, don’t share this with anyone.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Got it.” Zachary nodded.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Only then did Nathaniel leave the treatment room.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Mason, waiting outside, approached to lead the way for Nathaniel upon seeing hime out. “Mr. Rainsworth, your injury is fine now, right?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel, not wanting him to worry, said, “Yes, it’spletely healed now.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“That’s a relief. Shall we head to thepany now?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Mm–hmm.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Mason and Nathaniel exchanged a few words on their way out of the hospital.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After getting into the car and heading to the office, Nathaniel was distracted for the whole day.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">His head began throbbing with a dull ache again as he stood atop the tall building.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Unconsciously, he picked up his phone and told the voice assistant to dial Cecilia’s number.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia was still at work. “What’s going on?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The words were on the tip of Nathaniel’s tongue, but he changed his mind and asked, “How was work today?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“It was quite good.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Ever since Cecilia secured the contract from Aubree yesterday, the secretaries began to regard her with newfound respect.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“That’s good.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Is there something you need?” Cecilia was engrossed in perusing the documents.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel’s Adam’s apple subtly bobbed as he said, “Nothing.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I’m hanging up now.”</font></font>
Wait a moment!” After a long silence, Nathaniel couldn’t help but ask her, “Cecilia, may I ask you a question?”
Cecilia found it odd, wondering what he needed to ask her. “What is it? Just tell me.”
“Which do you think is worse: being blind or intellectually disabled?” Nathaniel asked earnestly.
What kind of problem is that?
Cecilia paused, puzzled by the question. After a moment of reflection, she replied, “Honestly, neither situation is ideal. If I had to choose, it’s difficult to say. The visually impaired can still think and reason, while those with intellectual
Each has its own challengesbilities often forget many things and struggle to grasp how others think.
“If you had to choose, which one would you prefer?” he asked seriously.
Cecilia was unsure what was troubling him. “If I had to choose, I suppose I’d prefer to be blind. How could I care for the children if I were intellectually disabled?”